The door to the balcony swung open behind Revan. Another might have turned to look, or perhaps drawn a weapon, but there were very few sentients in the Rakatan temple and she had tracked this one's routes for the past several days.
"My Lord," Bastila said from the door.
Revan didn't turn from where she was observing the steady flow of machinery and men far beneath. "What is it, Bastila?"
She felt Bastila hesitate and heard her shuffle her feet. "Do you have need of me?" she finally asked.
"Growing bored?" Revan turned to face Bastila. Glowing yellow eyes, pale skin, drawn mouth. No obvious physical changes. Revan was too powerful to be held out by her paltry attempts at shielding her mental state, but her face was appropriately guarded. "Your battle meditation could turn the tide against the final Republic holdouts and let us capture them and their matériel with minimal losses on either side."
"Don't send me away!" Bastila pleaded.
Revan stared at her. Had the Force whispered to Bastila about the threat? No; if it had, Bastila would have different worries altogether. "Come," she said and marched past Bastila.
Bastila followed her inside, closing the door behind them with the Force. Revan led her through the corridors of the Rakatan temple into the room she had claimed as a bedchamber. A wave of her hands, and the glowstrips lit the windowless room with a soft, diffuse light.
"Strip," Revan ordered.
"But-"
"You asked if I had need of you. If you will not aid in my conquest, then the need I have of you is sexual release," Revan plainly stated, mask still distorting her voice.
Expressions flickered on Bastila's face, the accompanying emotions hovering around her in the Force. Revan had never been given to doubt; Bastila seemed to have twice the usual dose. The steadiest note emanating from her, however, was an undercurrent of sexual thrill, so Revan was not in the least surprised when Bastila nodded and shed her clothes.
She watched Bastila strip and fold her clothes with her hands clasped behind her back. She knew from experience that many enjoyed stripping their lovers with their own hands. She had never quite seen the point.
Finally Bastila was naked in the middle of the room. Revan descended upon her and ran an appraising hand over her torso. She could see moisture glisten at Bastila's labia. Up here, her gloved hand settled on a breast. She gave it a gentle squeeze before pinching the nipple harshly. Bastila gasped.
"I wonder what I should to do you today," Revan said while idly rolling Bastila's nipple between her fingers.
"Anything. Please," Bastila gasped.
Typical. Revan wondered what it would be like to be a regular person, someone who did not enthrall her lovers and even her friends to irrational states simply by existing. Perhaps the Dark would not have called to her so strongly. Perhaps someone could have dragged her out.
No matter – what was, was, and Revan could make monarchs bend simply by existing at them. Bastila Shan had stood no chance.
"Get on the bed," she ordered.
Bastila hopped on the bed and immediately spread her legs. Her breasts trembled with the choppiness of her breath and Revan could see moisture glisten on both of her thighs.
"Good," Revan breathed. "Now, let's see how much lightning you can take."
She let loose. And Bastila-
Bastila screamed in pleasure.